Last Friday of September

12033163_1081927175165801_5577314758017562713_nSteampunk animal sculpture made of scrap metal by Hasan Novrozi

I like to think Friday is a winged horse
here because I called
and ready to show me
veils of clouds from on high that part to reveal
the beautiful weekend laid out beneath me. — Annette Marie Smith


You may not see them

Photography, Irradiated Bird, by Julie Poncet

“We all have wings. You may not see them but you can hear them rustle. You can feel the rush of the places they carry you. These wings that I speak of are located right behind our eyes.” — Lyssa of the Arboreal Shades from the Night Fairytales series by Annette Marie Smith